Weekend Warrior

Patrick spent part of this weekend in the emergency room. He cut his hand open helping his father with some sort of project. I don’t know what they were doing or how he cut his hand (does that make me a bad wife?). I can’t be that bad since I did ask him if he wanted me to meet him at the ER – I also offered to bring the insurance card. However, his dad took him and he had the card in his wallet.

So seven stitches and one tetanus shot later he’s all back to normal…but his hand looks kind of gross:

Hmm…could this be his way of getting out of hanging curtain rods in our bedroom?